Broke His Heart Lyrics – Megan Thee Stallion

Read the full Broke His Heart lyrics by Megan Thee Stallion along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Megan Thee Stallion’s music, you can also explore Down Stairs DJ and Where Them Girls At, two other songs by Megan Thee Stallion.

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fu*k these n!ggas up)
Real hot girl s*it, ah
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ah-huh, huh, huh
Ayy

[Chorus]
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh (Broke his heart, uh)
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh (Broke his heart, uh)
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh (And his heart, uh)
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh (Ayy)
This pu*sy got grip, yeah, pu*sy made him trick (Ah)
This pu*sy here turn a real n!gga to a b!tch (To a b!tch)
I’ma buss it on his face (Bah), leave it on his lips (Bah, bah)
Pu*sy so good, take a n!gga out the mix (Ayy)
Pu*sy so good, took that n!gga from his b!tch (Took him from his b!tch)
Pu*sy fire, made that man forget about his kids (Forget about his kids)
D!ck me down, me out, put it in my ribs, ayy (Put it in my ribs)
Grab my throat and tie up my wrists (Ayy)

[Verse]
Freaked out, love a man that pull up with a b!tch (Ah)
What I’m doing on the ‘Gram, I can do on the d!ck (On the d!ck)
Do a split on it, yeah, suck and spit on it
Eat it with your grill on before I sit on it (Ah)
Smack my ass, pull my hair
Love to be handled, not with care
That’s my d!ck and I don’t share
Hope you b!tches all aware (Hope you b!tches all aware)
When I suck it, I ain’t coming up for air
Hope you could handle all this shape, ’cause I ain’t fu*king with no squares
I like my n!gga to be rich with a real long d!ck
They be bragging ’bout the Stallion ’cause they know a b!tch lit (‘Cause they know a b!tch lit)
Fu*k the short talk, I like my n!gga 6’6″
And I ain’t fu*king with no n!gga that can’t keep his lips zipped (Ayy)
Where the hoes at?, yeah Where the baddies? (Where the baddies?)

I’m done fu*king rap n!ggas, where the athletes? (Ah)
That be balling on they b!tch like they balling for the Knicks
Yeah, I got my own crib, but I be all up in his s*it
My pockets in shape (Yup), body in shape (Baow)
Booty so nice, b!tches think my s*it fake (B!tches think my s*it fake)
I like girls and I like n!ggas, yeah, both of ’em getting ate (Ah)
And when he slip it in, that pu*sy feel great (Ah)

[Chorus]
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh (Broke his heart, uh)
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh (Broke his heart, uh)
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh (And his heart, uh)
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh (Ayy)
This pu*sy got grip, yeah, pu*sy made him trick (Ah)
This pu*sy here turn a real n!gga to a b!tch (To a b!tch)
Buss it on his face (Bah), leave it on his lips (Bah, bah)
Pu*sy so good, take a n!gga out the mix (Ayy)
Pu*sy-pu*sy so good, took that n!gga from his b!tch (Took him from his b!tch)
Pu*sy fire, made that man forget about his kids (Forget about his kids)
D!ck me down, me out, put it in my ribs, ayy (Put it in my ribs)
Grab my throat and tie up my wrists

[Outro]
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh
That pu*sy broke a n!gga heart, broke his heart, uh
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh
That pu*sy broke a n!gga pockets and his heart, uh